for a friend and her chance to make love live once again
among the things i deny about myself is being a romantic. i don't know, i just believe in love. and however cliche-y this maybe, at the end of the day, it is love that conquers all. even reason.
so, i offer this blog entry to my friend and to the opportunity that almost all of us are denied: the chance to make love come alive again. i am no love guru, so let me borrow extensively from my personal god, kahlil (gibran). i hope the following thoughts give her (and you) strength...
When love beckons to you follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him, Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.
All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.
But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.
When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, I am in the heart of God."
And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
this is marc's version of the truth, sometime at 1:03 AM
if you can't live with it, he can.
3 Comments
I think that only people who have truly felt the love in them would fight for it and give it one more chance. These are fighters, believers and whose spirits have the courage to risk hurting their very core (again and again) just for one chance, one more chance to grab love and to let this love grow in them, filling every empty space, but leaving a small room for dessert. That is how love is. It knows how to treat a lady. ;)
You are such a wonderful friend. Your firend is very lucky to have you. She was going down the spiral path of wallowness yesterday. She could not eat, could not sleep. She longed for answers, yet was starting to doubt whether she was truly prepared to see and to hear them. In just a few hours from now, she will know. And she hopes she will find that strength not to break down. She hopes for openness and acceptance. She hopes for realization. Most of all, she hopes that she can be true to herself.
Thank you, my dear friend.
I loved the poem. First name basis with Kahlil huh? =)
I am on the verge of breaking down for reasons I do not even know. The heaviness that I feel in my heart is going to great lengths in making me like a wondering soul. I am feeling my way here...and it has led me here to your online abode of thoughts and I am drawing reason from it. I miss you Marc!
thanks for the comments.
hey president god, i do admit that love can be mushy and gooey and all. eventually you'll discover it in you.
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